I am the daughter of a daughter.
Who is the daughterof a daughter.
Who is also the daughterof a daughter.
Some of us are mothersbut all of us are daughters,all
birthed through linesthat weave back tothat First
All connected fromthe very beginning.All connected in
Grandmothers,Great Great Grandmothers.All daughters
born fromOne. Original. Egg.fromOne. Original. Woman.
So why the separation?Why the animosity toward each
other?Why the arguing and fighting,back-stabbing and
lack of support?
The next time you see another woman,look in her eyes
and see theAncestral Lines – the lines of women –that
lead back to you.
Where are we going Mother?And how will we get there
Sister?By staying connected Daughterand allowing for
For we are each one,after all,all Daughtersof Daughters
Of Daughtersof ourOne Mother.
_________________________________The Daughter Line, Arlene Bailey ©2020
Four Generations by Giuseppe Torre
15 Reminders from the Elders:1. Get up with the sun to pray. Pray alone.2. Be tolerant of those who have lost their way. Ignorance, presumption, anger, jealousy and greed come from a lost soul. Pray for them to find guidance.3. Find yourself, by your own means. Do not let others make your path for you. It is your path, and only yours. Others may walk with you, but no one can make your way (or walk your path) for you.4. Treat guests in your home with great consideration. Serve them the best food, give them the best bed and treat them with respect and honor.5. Do not take what is not yours, whether from a person, a community, from the jungle or from a culture. It was not given or won. It is not yours.6. Respect all the things that are on this earth, be they people, plants and animals.7. Honor the thoughts, desires and words of all people. Never break them in, or make fun of them, or imitate them rudely. It gives each person the right to their personal expression.8. Never talk about others in a bad way. The negative energy you put into the universe will multiply when it returns to you.9. All people make mistakes. And all the mistakes can be forgiven.10. Bad thoughts cause illness to the mind, body and spirit. Practice optimism.11. Nature is not FOR us. It is PART of us. She’s part of your family in the world.12. Children are the seeds of our future. Sow love in your hearts and water them with wisdom and life lessons. When they grow up, just give them space to grow up.13. Avoid hurting the hearts of others. The poison of their suffering will return to you.14. Be true (transparent ) all the time. Honesty is the test of one’s will in this universe.15. Keep yourself balanced. Your Mental person, your Spiritual person, your Emotional person, and your Physical person: they all have the need to be strong, pure and healthy.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness…
If you come to me as a victim I will not support you.But I will have the courage to walk with you through the pain that you are suffering. I will put you in the fire, I will undress you, and I will sit you on the earth.I will bathe you with herbs, I will purge you, and you will vomit the rage and the darkness inside you.I’ll bang your body with good herbs, and I’ll put you to lay in the grass, face up to the sky.Then I will blow your crown to clean the old memories that make you repeat the same behavior. I will blow your forehead to scare away the thoughts that cloud your vision. I will blow your throat to release the knot that won’t let you talk.I will blow your heart to scare fear, so that it goes far away where it cannot find you.I will blow your solar plexus to extinguish the fire of the hell you carry inside, and you will know peace.I will blow with fire your belly to burn the attachments, and the love that was not.I will blow away the lovers that left you, the children that never came.I will blow your heart to make you warm, to rekindle your desire to feel, create and start again.I will blow with force your vagina or your penis, to clean the sexual door to your soul.I will blow away the garbage that you collected trying to love what did not wanted to be loved.I will use the broom, and the sponge, and the rag, and safely clean all the bitterness inside you.I will blow your hands to destroy the ties that prevent you from creating.I will blow your feet to dust and erase the footprints memories, so you can never return to that bad place. I will turn your body, so your face will kiss the earth.I’ll blow your spine from the root to the neck to increase your strength and help you walk upright.And I will let you rest.
After this you will cry, and after crying you will sleep, And you will dream beautiful and meaningful dreams, and when you wake up I’ll be waiting for you.I will smile at you, and you will smile backI will offer you food that you will eat with pleasure, tasting life, and I will thank you.Because what I’m offering today, was offered to me before when darkness lived within me.And after I was healed, I felt the darkness leaving, and I cried.
Then we will walk together, and I will show you my garden, and my plants, and I will take you to the fire again.And will talk together in a single voice with the blessing of the earth.And we will shout to the forest the desires of your heart.And the fire will listen and whisper the echo, and we will create hope together.And the mountains will listen and whisper the echo, and we will create hope together.And the rivers will listen and whisper the echo, and we will create hope together.And the wind will listen and whisper the echo, and we will create hope together.And then we will bow before the fire, and we will call upon all the visible and invisible guardians.And you will say thank you to all of them.And you will say thank you to yourself.And you will say thank you to yourself. And you will say thank you
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Ode to Kali Ma of the Feminine Rising on Earth
Into the swamp goes the chaos of emotional pain as old patterns unwind and blow up.
Into the swamp pours the decades devoured by the ferocious beast of dysfunctional relating, dating back generations that spilled out into my beautiful new lifetime and ate it up alive while I watched in horror.
Into the swamp I heave feminine oppression and submission.
Into the swamp goes the apologetic, guilt ridden psychological habit of women, myself included.
Into the swamp I leave an entire lifetime of wasted genius, multiplied across the entire earth as women were swallowed up in the patriarchal sewage that is our recent and current humanity.
I claim this purging for myself, I claim this for all women, I claim this for all children, I claim this for all men…
I release into the swamp this inherited abscess that seemingly knows no end and yet I will end it.
Into the swamp I grieve the beauty that might have been, now tattered in muddy shreds at the bottom of the stench.
Into the swamp I rage the holy hellfire of infinitely endless labor it takes for a single woman to stand the fuck up in the face of this outrageous beating down.
I rage at the machine of pain, the magnitude of the monster, the mother-fucking genius of a contrived concentration camp we live in located on earth.
I rage at the way it outwits us from the inside out.
I am building an army of leaders out of this glorious rage fire, as I count the severed wits of women worldwide and tally up this fucking scorecard.
Into the swamp I rage that this is the final purging.
With every breath from this moment until I breathe my dying exhale, I stand with sword flashing in the air for every single drop of the Feminine Rising.
SO BE IT.
~ Goddess Oceana